Blazes of color intermingled,
Wondrous pattern leading nowhere,
Music without a name,
Knights that ride in a dream,
Blind as all men are blind,
Why should the music show
Whither they go?
I am Swinburne, ruler in mystery.
None know the ending,
Blazes a-blending in splendor
Of glory none know the meaning on,
I am he that paints the rainbow of the sunset
And the end of all dreams,
Wherefor would ye know?
Honor the glow
Of the colors care not wherefore they gleam
All things but seem.

Out from Caerleon
Into the world unknown,
Young knights be riding.
Know they love sorrow,
Death comes tomorrow.
Priest of the old Gods I,
Priest of the Gods that die,
Swinburne.